MacGyver

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You know this is a kid's game, right?

Not when you're throwing it behind your back, it isn't.

Ooh, look at that.

670 points, that's an all-new personal best.

I'd celebrate with you, but I still got a few balls left here.

And it's not just a kid's game, okay?

Sign above the door says, "fun for all ages."

Besides, I got to enjoy all this before the hammer drops.

You know, crape diem and all that stuff.

- It's carpe diem, Jack. - Hmm.

And what hammer are you talking about?

What's going on, why are you checking your phone?

Come on, Riley, I've seen a lot of things in my lifetime...

Except for Dollyworld, I still want to see that...

But never thought I'd actually see the day

when you invited me to Pizza Paradise.

What's up?

Well, today's that special day, Jack.

Let's just enjoy it, you know?

Crape diem.

Yeah, no doubt, but pizza talks are kind of my thing,

so you bringing me here means you're buttering me up

for some bad news, like, hammer-dropping bad news.

So, just... lay it on me.

Okay.

But you got to promise not to go all Jack Dalton on me.

I don't even know what that means.

Means don't freak out.

That's like asking Chewie not to go Wookiee

when you beat him at monster chess.

Just, it's okay.

Just lay it on me.

Okay.

It's-it's my dad.

Elwood, he's... he's back.

- Hmm. - He wants a second chance.

Oh. Don't you mean another second chance?

And another and another.

How many times is that now, Riley, huh?

You want me to tell you?

Oh, you don't have to tell me, Jack.

Trust me, it was my childhood, remember?

So, that's why you've been acting weird

the last couple of days?

That's why.

I should have told you sooner,

but I didn't want you to get all worked up

before I figured out what I wanted to do, you know?

And what do you want to do?

I spent some time with him.

He seems different.

Hmm.

More different than the other times he said he was different

- and wasn't, so... - Right.

I want to give him a second chance.

Well, I think that's awesome.

He's your old man, you should.

- And you ain't got but one. - Yeah.

But, just remember that-that I'm here for you,

whatever you need, you know?

I'm so glad you told me that, Jack,

because what I need you to do is stay out of it.

- Okay? - Mm-hmm.

I'm not a kid anymore.

I can handle Elwood on my own.

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Not a problem, not my business, I got it.

This time around...

good old Jack's just a spectator.

Okay?

Jack.

Long time.

Not nearly long enough, Elwood.

Mm.

I've been hoping to see you for a long time

so I could say something right to your face.

Hmm.

Thanks.

For what?

For what you did last time I saw you.

- You kicked my ass. - Mm-hmm.

You gave me the wake-up call I needed.

I was a terrible husband and...

And father.

- And father. - Mm-hmm.

I was a bad guy all around.

- Mm. - Till you, uh,

till you got through to me.

That was years ago.

Elwood, if everything's changed, what took you so long

to reach out to her?

I didn't want to come back

until I was sure I wouldn't let her down again.

Elwood, there's so much I want to say to you, man,

but I'll keep it simple.

If you hurt Riley again in any way,

the next time you see me...

I'll be giving you a lot more than a wake-up call.

Hey, Jill. Could you do me a favor?

Whoa, is this film? Like, film film?

Yeah, any chance that you could restore it?

I mean, working with silver halide crystals

isn't really my specialty, especially severely damaged

silver halide crystals,

but I'll see what I can do.

- Thank you. Yo!

Goldilocks!

Do I need to send you a personalized invitation?

No, Matty, I'll be right in.

Uh, this isn't Phoenix-related, this is personal,

so, whenever you're done

restoring it, you just return it to me.

Sure, but "restoring" may be a bit generous.

- This is in really bad shape. - I know.

Just do your best. Thanks.

Oh.

So glad you can join us.

Sorry to interrupt your busy schedule

with a matter of national security.

- - Got something you want to say, Jack?

No. Maybe.

I just love it when someone other than me's

in the doghouse, that's all.

You know what? I take it back.

Don't say anything. Just listen.

Last month, 50 canisters

of VX nerve gas

were discovered in a bunker in Bulgaria.

U.S. forces

seized them and sent them back

to the States,

earmarked for destruction. Unfortunately,

only 49 of them were actually destroyed.

Let me guess. Number 50 went missing.

- Yeah. Ooh.

Ooh, that's no bueno.

No bueno doesn't even begin to describe it, Jack.

I've seen what VX can do up close

last year in a Syrian village.

First, it just looks like you caught a cold.

Runny nose, shortness of breath.

Then the muscle spasms start...

And they don't stop until you either get treatment or die.

- Well, do we have a suspect? - We don't need suspects

when we know who did it.

Meet Dr. Ian Carson.

The technician tasked with destroying the VX.

But instead of completing his job, he put the missing canister

up for sale on the black market.

Guess he was looking to finance his retirement.

Looks like the good doctor is gonna be spending his retirement

- in the supermax. - He sure will.

Phoenix TAC teams are en route to sweep him up.

Okay. Where's the canister now?

We tracked it to Carson's lab,

which brings us to your assignment.

Go get me number 50

before it falls into the wrong hands.

That's it? That's the mission? Really?

Steal a can of VX soda from an unguarded freezer?

It's too easy. You want me to hop on one leg?

We're talking about a canister of deadly nerve gas, Jack,

not Mountain Dew, pretty delicate situation here.

- I know that. - Yes, ma'am. Are you sure?

What do you want me to do, start crying about it?

That ain't gonna do anybody any good.

And I want an apology right now, eye-to-eye.

Dissing the Dew.

You know how much I love that stuff.

No?

Let me guess, I'm in the doghouse again.

You can take solace in the fact that you never really left.

Riley, you're here with me.

Mac, Jack, Cage, you're in the field.

Now, go.

No, no, no!

I've had enough of your stalling!

You're gonna tell me what I want to know now

or this is going to a whole other level.

That means no more questions, just a lot of pain.

You understand me?

Bozer, stop yelling.

I can't stop yelling, Leanna.

Not until you give me what I want.

I don't like this any more than you do,

but there are people who will ruin my life

if you don't give me that word.

Is that what you want, Leanna?

- You want to ruin my life? - No.

I mean... I don't know anymore.

Okay?

I just know that I want this to be over.

I really want this to be over.

Well done, Ms. Martin.

You'll make an excellent spy yet.

Despite some

intense social pressure techniques

by Mr. Bozer,